Friday, January 2, 2009 I hate you, but I don't

I hate how I'm pushed aside,
Constantly and totally ignored,
I hate that it makes me cry,
A weakness I completely abhor.

I detest how sad I get,
When you accuse me of nothing I did,
I hate how I truly care,
When you force me to admit defeat.

I can't stand how it's hard to bear,
That you hardly give a thought to me,
And I despise how despite it all,
You're the only one I can see.